A huge point of this blog was to share about my amazing, once-in-a-lifetime experience as a graduate student at Harvard.
Big fail there.
But maybe now that I am done, searching for employment, and unable to take an expensive vacation...
I will write.
I know, I said that before. But now I've got time! Freedom! Time! Did I mention time!?
This whirlwind graduate program filled just about every minute of every day as I tried to take it all in. And now, like a rollercoaster coming to a dead stop, I feel a little disoriented from the ride.
The funniest thing about it all is this:
See that beautiful Harvard crimson gold-sealed envelope?
The one I got as I walked across the stage, the one I was holding as I shook hands with the dean, and the one that was supposed to have my diploma in it?
Yeah....about that...
I opened it up a couple days after the ceremony and realized...
No diploma.
Everyone else had their diploma though.
I had a mini panic attack. Had I opened it up that day and lost my diploma?
Had someone else taken it and planned to take my identity? (brief thought that actually crossed my mind)
Then I looked again and noticed a paper in the envelope that explained it all.
I kind of forgot to do one leeetle thing.
Some sort of loan exit counseling. I mean, I totally remembered to do it. For one of my loans. Thought I was covered for both of them. And then didn't realize there were actually...two.
Whoops.
So no official diploma yet.
I was kinda bugged. I mean, I remembered to do a hundred billion things leading up to graduation, including all those student experience surveys, class review surveys, arts interests surveys...they just kept going. And finished all my papers, assignments, internship wrap-up assignments, all of it.
But that one thing.
So. I have yet to *officially* have a diploma from Harvard.
It's kind of hilarious--and just sums up my year to a tee. I tried to do everything possible to soak in every experience, to take every opportunity, to jump over every hurdle. And I missed that one thing I was supposed to do.
And you know what? It's okay. Sometimes you miss things. Sometimes you don't a hundred percent conquer every mountain. Sometimes you get to laugh hard at yourself.
And those are the best times of all!
Big fail there.
But maybe now that I am done, searching for employment, and unable to take an expensive vacation...
I will write.
I know, I said that before. But now I've got time! Freedom! Time! Did I mention time!?
This whirlwind graduate program filled just about every minute of every day as I tried to take it all in. And now, like a rollercoaster coming to a dead stop, I feel a little disoriented from the ride.
The funniest thing about it all is this:
The one I got as I walked across the stage, the one I was holding as I shook hands with the dean, and the one that was supposed to have my diploma in it?
Yeah....about that...
I opened it up a couple days after the ceremony and realized...
No diploma.
Everyone else had their diploma though.
I had a mini panic attack. Had I opened it up that day and lost my diploma?
Had someone else taken it and planned to take my identity? (brief thought that actually crossed my mind)
Then I looked again and noticed a paper in the envelope that explained it all.
I kind of forgot to do one leeetle thing.
Some sort of loan exit counseling. I mean, I totally remembered to do it. For one of my loans. Thought I was covered for both of them. And then didn't realize there were actually...two.
Whoops.
So no official diploma yet.
I was kinda bugged. I mean, I remembered to do a hundred billion things leading up to graduation, including all those student experience surveys, class review surveys, arts interests surveys...they just kept going. And finished all my papers, assignments, internship wrap-up assignments, all of it.
But that one thing.
So. I have yet to *officially* have a diploma from Harvard.
It's kind of hilarious--and just sums up my year to a tee. I tried to do everything possible to soak in every experience, to take every opportunity, to jump over every hurdle. And I missed that one thing I was supposed to do.
And you know what? It's okay. Sometimes you miss things. Sometimes you don't a hundred percent conquer every mountain. Sometimes you get to laugh hard at yourself.
And those are the best times of all!
